Snow had fallen heavily as the first leaves of autumn.
Pearched on a woodland tree, the pitch black bird sits, its steely gaze over the backyard of the house and church near the woodland.
Children of 5 year olds play in the snow, throwing it at each other, making angels, and jumping to see their marks in the ground.
Then they made a small snowman, and dress it up as a old man. a moment and they begin to look sad at the look of the snowman. Their protectors come out and understand, and explain words of hearts.
They see a bird on a branch and point it out.
The children are enlightened and go back into the warmth of the house.
The raven flys to the churchyard and pearches on a gravestone. The writing reads:
"Grandfather. Even in death, watches over us"
- Title: The Raven
- Artist: Si-Redhead
- Description: This was a poem I did at Christmas 2007.
- Date: 03/04/2009
- Tags: raven
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